Little Death

Steady the rhythm and pace
Enjoy being
Lost in the deep space of time
Shared breathing
Angles tried and adjusted
Truly seeing
Speed builds up in acceleration
Heat beat speeding
Nails dig in and hold
Remember your breathing
Cannon fires, smoke as a trail
Soul Screaming
To go in a blaze of glory
Time retreating
With every little death  
I retell this story
It's worth repeating